Time. The continuum between reality and unconsciousness.
Isolation. This realization of inner grace that cannot be squelched by the reality of my flesh.
Yet my heart is still burning, on fire with this yearning for more. More power in the desolation of the sabotage of our minds as we’re forced to live in this media driven generation, distorting God’s creation and turning to intellectual misinterpretations of the actuality that cannot be sufficed with a secular explanation. Meandering through the streets wet with the molecules of elements that sustain life, numb to the divinely abnormal beauty of this circular rock that orbits so my feet are drawn to the blackness of the concrete underneath them. Torn between two realms of reality and questioning the integration between them. This inner drive won’t stop beating, beating, beating at my heart and propelling me with forces of passion (a concept of this integration of my realms of humanity and spirituality). Yet the whispers of conformity surround me, beckoning me to the norms of this social depravity. Inhaling......exhaling...it concentrates and simplifies. I think..... therefore I am? Or are these revelations a call to the only non-refutable truth that is experience. I will think it, I will interpret it, I will live it.
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